The Angel in the Club

Chapter One:: The Mysterious Case Of…

Soon we we're on our way to the FBI Building. Booth was talking to Brennan about 'them' wanting me to go undercover? And I was confused. Very confused.

"Where are we going?" I asked, "And what's going on?"

"Nothing. You'll see," Booth told me. I slouched back into my seat.

"It's going to be fine Angel. They can't make you do anything you don't want to," Sweets reminded me.

"I just want to know what's going on. I hate being in the dark," I said. I crossed my arms, and tried to hear the conversation in the front of the car. "I didn't even get to have my pie…" I said annoyed.

"I know!" Booth said, "I really wanted pie!"

We got to the FBI building and Booth brought us in and up to Director Cullen's office. He turned around as we came in. "Hello Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, Dr. Sweets, and Agent Madison."

"It's Mason," I told him.

"Oh… It says Madison here, but it doesn't matter."

"Okay then," I replied.

"What's going on with Angel going undercover? She's only fifteen," Booth told him.

"Finally, he got my age right," I mumbled.

"The man is preying on younger girls who go to this club. We need her to find out who the man is," Cullen said, "She's the youngest agent we have."

"So I have to go to a club, and meet some rapist?"

"How did you know he was a rapist?" Cullen asked.

"I guessed," I told him.

"She isn't prepared for this!" Booth yelled.

"Actually, quite the contrary, she knows three types of karate, and has had years of dance, which will help her fit in. She also knows how to use a gun," Cullen told Booth.

Booth looked at me in surprise, "Does she have a good aim?"

"I'm better than good," I told him.

"We should put her through a test run," Booth said, looking back at Cullen.

"I agree," Brennan said. For once, they actually sounded like my parents.

"I'll be fine," I told them.

"I still want a test run-" Booth said to Cullen.

"So, I'll just be going undercover as a slut?"

"Slut?" Sweets's eyes widened as he gave me a look.

"You have to look like an innocent little girl, who uses a fake ID to get a drink. Then, you have to be able to get out," Cullen said.

"I can do that,"

"You're also going to need to be the life of the party, get attention,"

"What so seduce people? Grab some penises?" I asked, with a cocky grin.

"I wouldn't put it that way, but yes," Cullen said.

"Can someone come with me? Like Zack? He could pretend to be my date, plus I need backup."

"I will go too," Sweets said.

"Can Zack shoot a gun?"

"I think so," I said.

"We're going to bring you into makeup, and help you hide weapons." Cullen told me.

"Okay, can I have exploding toothpaste?" I asked sarcastically.

"That would be cool," Booth said.

Cullen brought in some ladies, and Brennan called Zack to come in. The girls took me, and there were a set of guys to take Zack in.

"Hello sweet heart," a lady said. This lady had a huge Texan-like accent. She held up an outfit. This is what you're going to be wearing. On the hanger was a magenta camisole, and a black camisole to go over it, a short skirt with a scarf as a belt. There were sandals and bracelets to go along with it.

"Your name is going to be Destiny," the woman told me. "You're eighteen."

"It's legal to drink at eighteen?"

"Don't ask me, sweetheart." She said, her accent really showed when she said sweetheart. "

"You love T-Pain and Chris Crocker," she told me.

"Chris Crocker?"

"He's a singer. He sang 'Mind In The Gutter'," she told me.

"I don't know that song…" I told her.

"Go change, and come back out so I can do your makeup," she told me.

"Okay," I replied.

I had to leave the room, and walk to the other half of the FBI building to the bathroom to change. The outfit made me feel like I wasn't wearing anything. I had a short skirt and sandals on, and I'd forgotten to shave the lower part of my leg.

When I walked back, Sweets bumped into me.

"Hey, how's the undercover stuff?" he asked. "It hasn't really started, though my stage name is Destiny," I smiled.

"Sounds nice," he told me. I saw him look at my outfit, "Nice outfit."

"Thank you," I said, "I feel like I'm not wearing anything." I pulled down my skirt.

"It looks good, I mean considering where you're going."

"Right…" I said.

"You better get back there," he told me.

"Okay, see you later," I said.

"Good luck in there and be careful."

"Tonight's only the dry run, I'm going again tomorrow," I told him.

"Okay," he replied.

I walked back to the room, and found a huge table with makeup on it.

"Come and sit sweetheart," the lady told me.

"Okay," I replied, and sat down.

"Do you want your makeup wild?"

"Umm… Yes?" I replied sitting down on the chair. She started to do my makeup, and I fell half asleep.

To Be Continued…